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I'm everywhere you seem to beI'm the steam from your teaI'm the cream on your cheeseI'm the green on your peasThe peace to your warI'm the fleece in your drawerAnd the crease on your floorI'm the storeWhere you get your cigarettes atThe collectorGetting the bigger debts backI'm the backpackCarrying mics and tapesI'm the emceeseparate from these mics(?) and fakesI'm what makes your feet screamI'm the A-TeamI may be a faint dreamAnd maybe I'm MaybellineI'm man and machineI'm your pants and jeansI'm the damn man seen(?)With the dancing queenI'm the Fanzine coverThe Fancy loverSongtexteI'm the guy making fun of your Nancy brotherI'm the other halfI'm drinking your mother's draftI'm the guy that your girl wants to scrub in the bathAnd I'm a laugh, a chuckle, a guffaw, a snickerI'm the autographed poster on the wall to your sisterI'm mister big boss manHittin' you with a sauce panI'm the eBay auction for a mint in-box Moss ManI'm HawkmanI'm Captain AmericaI'm rapping in characterI'm rabid hysteriaI'm mapping the area around your home, lookI'm home cookedI'm the notes in your notebookI'm a three ring binderThe G-string finderThe Louis Del GrandeSeen thing rhymer(?)I'm the smartest loutAnd I'm the hardest routeI'm a Marxist shoutand I'm an artist's doubtI'm the beat of your heartI'm a street in the darkI'm the strange, deranged fiend you meet in the parkAnd I'm the teeth of a sharkBitin' your neckI'm the lighting exectWho's like 'I'm liking the set'I'm the mic checkI'm the ones and twosI'm the emcee having more fun than youI'm your blunts and brewWith some gum to chewAnd I'm the guns in blueTelling the bums to shooI'm what you wanna doWhen you go no dollarI'm a road scholarPro ballerPhone callerI'm all your good memoriesI'm your enemiesI'm kids on the internetWho keep MSNing meI'm the tendencyTo be a curse dang HoserI'm your worst hangoverI'm your first bang soberI'm your virginityI'm your purring kittyI'm the guy wondering'He's 'Burg 'in't he?'I'm trinityI'm alpha and omegaI'm the bodegaWhere you first played Street Fighter II and beat VegaI'm Sega, I'm Atari, I'm an RPGI'm roast beef with a melted piece of Arby's cheeseI'm hardly pleasedI'm not impressedI'm not taking off my shoes'Cause I'm not your guestI'm hot to deathI'm regrets onlyI'm B.Y.O.B.I'm THE fly homieYou know meI'm the face you makeI'm your favourite mistakeAnd I'm the lady of the lakeI'm a wraith you can't escapeI'm with you every timeI'm the name of this songI'm Rhymes Aus Songtexte Mania